What is it?
I’ve been worried about my friends a lot the past couple of days. It’s like my gut is telling me something is wrong. (very much like some moms feel about things going wrong with kids)…Millard knows I worry about him all the time and he just lets me suffer until I have a headache that makes me cry (tear)but as far as the others go……
I hear things people say about them, I watch people react toward them, and I instantly want to somehow stop the madness.I’m still wearing those damn rose colored glasses that have no place in corporate america so I wonder, why can’t they see the good that I see in certain people. It worries me.
90% of what keeps me coming to work each day is the people that I work with. I really enjoy most of them and look forward to the time I spend gathering ideas, sharing laughs, and helping my team develop into something more than people just wanting to collect a check. But at the same time part of what makes me unhappy there is dealing with some of the people at work (go figure) a good example is what happened this week:
There was a series of meetings to discuss a procedure that isn’t running as smoothly as planned. Mind you ,it’s nit picked, and analyzed right down to the robotic grammer but I feel the person in charge of it all (and I like her) really is trying to do a good job even if they’re going about it in a way I disagree with, but anyway…
Instead of everyone really coming to the table with hard evidence of the failures of this procedure, some the arguments were full of emotion and presented in a way that reminds me of a witch hunt. I wanted to stand up and blow a whistle in the middle of the foolishness and say “Hey, stop your bitchin, get past the battered egos, and do what makes SENSE.”
But then I remembered these are adults and sometimes these are the passive aggressive games we play.
